Saturday, March 2, 2013

Penultimate Playground Post

Received a comment about hand-clapping games on the playground and my first reaction was that we didn’t have any in Boston, they were (are) probably a regional tradition.  But then in the middle of the night a rhyme came to me that seemed to make my hands twitch a bit:
Pease porridge HOT
Pease porridge COLD
Pease porridge IN the pot
Nine days OLD.
I do wish this blog had some nine-year-old readers who could tell me if all of that still goes on, if one Big Girl organizes the first-graders and passes on the rhymes.

2 comments:

  1. I doubt kids still do hand-clapping, but I DO remember Miss Mary Mack.

    Miss Mary Mack, Mack, Mack
    All dressed in black, black, black
    With silver buttons, buttons, buttons
    All down her back, back, back

    She asked her mother, mother, mother
    For fifty cents, cents, cents
    To see the elephant, elephant, elephant
    Jump over the fence, fence, fence

    (insert several more verses here)

    Yeah, Shakespeare it ain't.

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    1. It jumped so high it hit the sky
      And never came down till the fourth of July.

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